To Remember Part Two

She listened as her aunts talked. What were they talking about? Nothing they said made any sense. 17…she was 17, and the closest thing they had to a daughter. But what did they mean by awaken? The girl woke up every day. And what was it she couldn’t remember? Was it her parents? What had really happened to them? The girl wrote the things she had over heard in a black journal. Then she went to the room at the other end of the hall and quietly closed the door. From inside her dresser she pulled out a tissue box. Carefully, she lifted the layer of tissues up and put her journal underneath, it would do as a hiding place for the time being.


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